Hi! My name is Bear. I’m a golden retriever. That’s me in the picture above with my bratty little sister Maddie and my mom Bree (well, actually her name is Brenda, but she told me once she had never liked that name and had always wanted to be called Bree). I don’t care – I just call her mom. Maddie and I are not really related, although there was this 90 year old lady one time who looked at us and asked, “Are they brother and sister?” Pleeeasseeee! Do you see who mom is holding tightly in her arms in that picture? Do you see that the brat has on a collar AND a halter AND a leash?? Do you see me just sitting there looking gorgeous without even a COLLAR on my beautiful neck? Sister?? Geeezzz!
Mom had been fretting all day yesterday about the weather and about how she couldn’t come up with a story idea for her blog (whatever that is). She said the weather was really nasty – 46 degrees at 2:oo p.m., cloudy, threatening rain, not a good day to go out and take pictures. (I personally consider that a perfect day. It’s chilly and there is a good chance I could get seriously wet. What else could a golden retriever ask for?) Anyway, she and dad (that’s Ted) were having a little “discussion” about him forgetting something in town again and that “somebody” had to make another trip down the hill. So I said, “Come on, mom – let’s you and me go to town together.” I know what you are thinking – dogs can’t talk. But I swear, two seconds later she looked at me and said, “I think I’ll take Bear to town with me.” Need I say more?
So she started getting on all these clothes – undershirt, sweatshirt, fleece coat, blue jeans, socks, wool cap, gloves . . . . . . . good grief! It’s not Antarctica! It’s just Mackinac Island in May. Tomorrow it will be sunny and 70! So, she’s finally ready, and we start to leave. Maddie goes running down the stairs like she’s going too, but mom says, “No, sweetie, it’s just me and the big boy going this time.” You should have seen her pout. Mom put on my collar (a Georgia Bull Dawg collar, I might mention), attached my leash (leash law downtown) and away we went. I promise I did NOT look back and stick my tongue out at the brat.
Yeahhhhhh! We got to the bottom of the first rise, and it started RAINING!!! What fun is that!! I could stick my tongue out and catch WATER!! I don’t know why mom was so cranky. I did happen to notice that all the tourists who ride around in those buggies pulled by those insanely big horses were all wrapped up like mummies.
When we got to that gigantic white building where about a gazillion people stay every night , we spotted Anna who works for Grand Hotel . She is always there somewhere outside the Grand, and she always has the most beautiful smile on her face and is so friendly. Me and mom and dad just love Anna. She is from Grand Rapids, Michigan, and dad always says to Anna, “That’s where I was born!” He must have said that to her about a million times now. I think that’s what happens when people start getting a “little older.”
By the time we had talked to Anna a few minutes, the rain had stopped. That’s how it is on Mackinac Island – one minute it’s raining, the next minute it’s sunny. I LOVE it! Our next stop was the bank. Mom stuck her head inside and asked if it was ok to bring me in. The nice ladies in the cages said, “Sure!” This really sweet girl wanted to pet me (I’m soooo used to that), and mom asked her if she would hold my leash while she did her banking, and she said she would love to. I got a LOT of good petting and ear scratching from her!
We stopped in to say “hey” to Bill and Jim at Mackinac Realty (they sold us our great condo), but only Jim was there. He offered to babysit me while mom went in the post office, but mom said no, she’d just tie me up outside. Huh?
Mom explained to me that dogs were not allowed in post offices anywhere, including Mackinac Island, unless they are seeing eye dogs. I told her that I see with my eyes, but she acted like she didn’t hear me and tied me up anyway.
We started back home, then ducked into the shelter under the awning at the Great Turtle Kite and Toy Store to warm up a minute. The cute girl in that store invited us in (I can get mom in ANYWHERE). I was really bummed out when I discovered that this was a KID toy store, not a DOG toy store, but I had fun looking anyway.
When we got home, mom said, “I still have no idea what I will write about tomorrow.” So I put my head in her lap, and said, “Don’t worry, mom, I’ll write it for you.” And so I did.
An 11th hour blog. Bear, you must have a late bedtime. Loved your remarks – we humans sometimes forget what it’s like from a dog’s point of view. (Which sometimes can get really strange when you’re standing in liine behinid somebody!
So precious! Can’t wait to see him and that bratty sister of his!
Better watch out or Bear will be soon be writing the blog for you. He is a great storyteller! Ronald laughed out loud as I read it to him this morning. Can’t wait to hear from Maddie…..
Bear read your comment this morning and just rolled his eyes. He said the brat can’t get her head out of the dirt long enough to write.
I love your idea, Bree! When you can’t think of a blog to write…just ask the dog. Or the cat. Or the tree. Or the garden. I can just see the garden saying now, “Mom, why aren’t you planting us? Why don’t you want to go outside when it’s in the 40’s? Mom, c’mon!” But maybe a garden wouldn’t be as interesting as Bear proved to be! 🙂
Poor Mattie.!!!!! Anyway, Bear`s having fun.
LOL, Love Bear’s blog! But yes, poor Maddie. We all need to hear Maddie’s story now. tee hee hee
Maddie is pondering whether she can give up her queenship long enough to write. It is only Bear who calls her a brat. She rules the house.
Enjoyed the blog Bear!!! Keep’em coming!! Be nice to maddie, you will have to take turns 🙂
she has to blog next.
love it, good job Bear
Oscar says to tell Maddie, he’s on her side!!
Great story, Bear!